It had been a dry year, on the western plains
   and there were those who had given up
 whatever hope they had ever had
for even the thought of the water returning

washing
cleaning
greening
hopeful

As each cloud passed over, another bit of hope
   died within the wizened farmer, who had
 seen the tractor era come to fruition
but had never seen a drought such as this

sighing
wishing
wanting
hopeful

Then the hint of the moisture returned
   First a drop, then a splash, then the
 Fullness of rain, realized roundly in each
Gorgeous globule, distended by gravity.